Anti-Qing: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 339 Attacking Seoul

Huang Changjun glanced around. When everyone made eye contact with him, they all subconsciously lowered their heads and dodge in fear of Daming's majesty, not daring to look at him.

These representatives of the worldly elite who were used to being aloof in North Korea now inevitably show their timidity when facing the big shots sent by the Celestial Kingdom.

Seeing this, Huang Changjun was satisfied with his majesty.

He nodded slightly and said.

"Today, I have called you here to prepare to discuss with you the important matters of expelling the Qing captives and recovering Seoul."

"A certain person was ordered to come to North Korea. He was appointed by the imperial court to restore North Korea and save thousands of people from suffering."

"I also hope that you can work together to cooperate with the imperial army and regain the entire territory of Korea as soon as possible. Don't let me, the general, or the imperial court down."

After hearing this, all the representatives of the world's great sects clasped their fists and accepted their orders.

"Here!"

"We understand!"

"..."

Outside Seoul, with the roar of heavy artillery, the Ming army's offensive against Seoul officially began.

The Qing army's artillery tried to fight back, but was completely suppressed and unable to raise its head.

"Hahaha, our army can get so many heavy artillery to help us in this battle, so we have no worries in this battle."

"The Heavenly Kingdom is the Heavenly Kingdom, and such shelling is simply unimaginable."

Everyone shouted in unison that the Ming Dynasty would be victorious.

Soon, these representatives of North Korea's worldly elites took their orders and began to prepare for war.

After completing the pre-war mobilization, Huang Changjun began to arrange combat tasks.

On the surface of the Han River, there was already a scene filled with smoke.

"Drive out the Qing captives, restore Korea, and the Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

Even the big shots in the world of North Korea were amazed by this.

"It's true, it's true. The artillery of North Korea is far different from that of the above country."

Boom! Boom!

There was a deafening sound of shelling, and shells flew across the sky one after another.

Feeling deeply for the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty’s military weapons!

……

The Ming army's artillery bombardment made a rumble.

When the Korean soldiers outside Seoul saw this scene, they were all shocked and opened their mouths wide.

Bricks and stones were flying, sand and soil were flying, and the tall city walls were simply immovable targets in front of the Ming army's heavy artillery.

The projectiles of the artillery shells kept hitting the city wall of Seoul, which made the city wall of Seoul shake.

All we can do is to continuously pile up sandbags in an attempt to protect our artillery, so that when the Ming army launches an siege in the future, our artillery can play a corresponding role.

Moreover, many people are filled with joy, glad that they made the right choice and stood on the side of Ming, the ultimate winner.

The heavy artillery bombardment continued.

At this moment, the marching drums of the Ming army resounded loudly.

The Korean soldiers who besieged the four gates of Seoul received the military order and began to move forward one after another.

Prepare to launch an antfu siege under the cover of the Ming army's heavy artillery!

"kill!"

"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious! The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

"Recapture Seoul and the Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

"..."

The morale of these Korean soldiers was so high that they shouted and pushed forward with ladders, shield carts and other siege equipment.

Soon, these Korean soldiers rushed to the gates of Seoul.

However, they also began to encounter obstacles.

The Qing army dug a large number of trench traps outside Seoul. The siege equipment pushed by the Korean soldiers could not cross the trenches, and the offensive was temporarily contained.

At the same time, the Qing army at the top of Seoul also began to fight back.

collapse! Bang bang! The sound of bow strings trembling is endless.

Arrows fell like rain.

boom! Bang bang bang!

This is the Qing army's musketeer pulling the trigger.

Dense projectiles were fired from the top of the Seoul city at the Korean soldiers attacking the city.

In just an instant, a large number of the Korean soldiers attacking the city fell.

However, this did not stop the Korean soldiers from building fortifications.

A large number of sandbags and the bodies of dead Korean soldiers were thrown into the trench.

In just a moment, the trench dug by the Qing army outside Seoul was filled in.

The Korean soldiers began to move forward!

Although from time to time, people stepped into traps, had their leg bones broken by animal traps, and were pierced by sharpened bamboo thorns.

But they are still moving forward!

Even the rain of arrows and musket pellets falling from the sky could not stop the life-saving charge of these Korean soldiers.

The reason why these Korean soldiers are so desperate is because the worldly figures behind them have also spent a lot of money on today's battle.

Many sects of the world have called for rewards such as officials being given to those who ascend first, fields being divided among those killed in battle, and field rent being waived for the life of the disabled.

Facts have proved that even Korean soldiers can display considerable combat effectiveness after offering sufficient rewards.

At the same time, the city defense artillery deployed by the Qing court in Seoul was also firing continuously.

The rumble of artillery fire echoed through the sky.

Cannonballs flew across the air, piercing the air.

Landing in the crowd of Korean soldiers, the projectile was invincible wherever it passed.

Broken limbs and broken arms were flying everywhere.

The smell of blood rises into the sky!

A shield car was hit by a shell fired by the Qing army's city defense artillery, and it was completely torn into pieces in just an instant.

Broken pieces of wood flew everywhere.

Several Korean soldiers were hit by flying wood chips and turned into bloody gourds.

Some Qing army artillery even used shotgun shells.

Thick clouds of shotgun pellets were flying, and wherever they passed, the Korean soldiers fell to the ground one after another like wheat.

The wilderness outside Seoul has turned into a Shura hell.

Although the Ming army's naval guns were also firing at full strength, they provided fire cover for the Korean soldiers.

However, since most of the Qing's city defense artillery were protected by sandbag bunkers, they had little effect.

Huang Changjun looked at the sacrifices of the Korean soldiers on the battlefield, and the expression on his face was not very good.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Changjun spoke.

"Fortunately, in this battle, the Korean soldiers were the spearheads, and not my Ming Dynasty King's division was the main force. Otherwise, if there were too many casualties among the soldiers, it would be difficult for me, the general, to explain to the court."

If the Ming army suffered so many casualties when attacking the city, Huang Changjun suspected that even with his own qualifications, he would be punished by the court.

Because the Ming army has not suffered such a large number of casualties for a long time!

Wang Minhao on the side was very open-minded, and after hearing this, he spoke.

“If you want to achieve great things, someone must sacrifice.”

"It's worth dying to liberate North Korea."

Wang Minhao was able to achieve the high position of Cao Cao in North Korea, so he naturally came from a wealthy family.

He was used to being aloof, but he would not regard the mud-legged people at the bottom as compatriots.

The only people he could sympathize with were the North Korean aristocrats who were members of the same family as him.

As for mud-legged people?

Haha, Wang Minhao doesn't care no matter how many deaths he has.

Seeing this, Huang Changjun glanced at Wang Minhao strangely, but didn't think much about it.

Wang Minhao, a North Korean, didn't care about the life and death of his compatriots, and Huang Changjun didn't care much less.

How could Huang Changjun not be happy to dye his own military medal red with the blood of Koreans?

(End of this chapter)